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Tommy, not being a married man 'nor ever really had a serious relationship, didn't really know the saying too well. He grins wider as she finds at least some humor in what he said. That always made him feel better...but that look she had definately did not. He did his best to hide the creeping fear he was developing. "Um...nah, I...I think they've got some there. Don't worry though, I'll be back before you can say 'Holy steak tar tar, Batman.' Alright?"

Tommy grinned as Richard litterally pushed him out the door...but once that door closed behind him the grin fell only to be replaced by a look of sheer terror. Those eyes...What had become of his friend? He...no...she...was different...acting weird...he shuddered, remembering that look in her eyes. He quickly set off for the chow hall, intent on getting the food Richard wanted before she got angry. He was just scared he wouldn't be able to set foot in that duplex again.

Tommy dumped out a wicker basket holding a variety of fruits to serve as a makeshift lunchpail for Richard. In it he wrapped quite a few large and juicy extremely rare steaks, enough so that she'll probably have a few left over. As he finished wrapping up the steaks, he cought himself mid act of licking the greasy blood off of his wing with a long, thin tongue. He shook his head and continued packing some things into the basket. After it was filled with a variety of meats, all extremely rare, quite a few bottles of water, a small bowl, and some silverware, he covered it with a large cloth napkin and headed out.

At first he tried carrying it in the crook of one wing...but it kept on pinching the sensative webbing so he had to pause. He ended up having to carry the basket in his mouth, razor-like teeth cutting deep grooves into the wicker, all the way to Richard's duplex. With a sigh, he balled up a wing and knocked on the door with his frail hand.

Tommy let out a barely audible squeak as the door opened and purring sound reached his ears at about the same time he saw those glowing green eyes staring down at him. Echolocation blasted from Tommy as he fought to keep from bolting from under Richard's gaze...and that mouth...those teeth so white and pearly...those eyes so hungry...that look so deadly...please stop. Take my brain, turn it off...let me just fly away from this monster...this being designed for nothing but carnage and death. A being derived from the imaginative depths of the minds of gamers whose only role was to devour unwary players.

Tommy mentally slapped himself, much like Richard had done on multiple occasions, as he felt his mind start to slip back into that poisoned well. All of these thoughts showed on Tommy's face for a split-second before the facade was back up and the batman just smiled back. His long tongue rat itself over his teeth, trying to get the taste of wicker off of them. "Anytime, Richard..." he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

Tommy flinched away from Richard as she spun around, lighting brushing his face with her tail. He just stood there, watching her eat with his mouth slightly agape. He didn't know what to do...could he just leave right now...make up an excuse...anything to get the hell away from Richard. He watched as the juices dribbled from her hands and maw...picturing his own mutilated body in place of the steak. His pulse raced, a pounding in his ears with every frantic beat of his heart. The echolocation sounded off almost constantly now, giving him a strobe-like silhouette of the monstrous image devouring the bloody meat.

"I...I've g...gotta go...need to um...pick up a uh...a box of blood for myself..." he stammered out as he stared at Richard's odd form. He didn't care about the facade anymore. He just wanted to get out. Get out now.

Tommy, still in the threshold of the doorway, had enough of his rational mind left not to just turn the perverbial tail and run. He still realized that this was his friend in front of him...even though those eyes...those dripping teeth...he mentally slapped himself again, trying to see the human underneath all of that. Tommy grinned nervously as Richard approached, fighting back the urge to crutch himself back a step or two. But a strange thing happened then...the heat sensors in his nose began picking up the pulsing veins in Richard's body...and he could tell through this the immense changes that had occured to his internal anatomy. And immediately all of the fear and apprehension melted away and Tommy just smiled genuinely at a friend of his who had gone through a horrible ordeal.

"Nah...it's alright...I know what it's like to be that hungry, heh...trust me. I'm just glad you're feeling better is all."

Tommy frowned as Richard dropped to all fours, panic beginning to rise again...that was until he realized what she was about to do. The blood on her mouth wafted toward his enlarged nostrils, making him far less nervous as her feline head came closer to his own. He was expecting something...maybe a hug or something like that...but...a face rub? He pretended to accept it, all the while his mind reeled at the awkwardness of the entire situation.

"Heh...no problem, Richard...I'll always be here for ya" he said quietly, a slight smile on his face.